Don't stand there silent like a rock When your feelings need you to talk. Give yourself permission to find a way For you to say what you need to say.
Your feelings need to find a way out - To be talked about without raising a shout. It's the music within a body's soul, And you need to find a way to let it flow.
There's a point to all of this brokenness. It builds up inside, erupting into outspokenness. All the love that shapes us is wise. We touch on this again in a thought exercise.
Silence is hard when we intend to make a connection. We are overwhelmed with our powerful emotions. Looking out into a world beyond all of our fears. We'll find our way through despite our tears.
It's a scary world that we live in. It's filled with corruption and dark sins. The worst of it is all of our own mistakes. We live through a lifetime of heartbreaks.
Fear becomes anger and turns into words sadly said. It's often the opposite of what was held in our heads. It's a pick-me-up game filled with false blame As we are all walking wounded and slightly lame.
The painful truth is that we're all busy dying. I try to say that plainly, without too much sighing. It's only that some of us are dying before the others. I'll lead the way, torch in hand, my sisters and brothers.
Hold me, lonely here in the middle of this cold night. Prayers are whispered as we hold to life so tight. It's all about the holding it together. It's how we'll make this world a little better.
(c) November 21, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If only 7 percent of the 2 billion Christians in the world would care for a single orphan in distress, there would effectively be no more orphans. If everybody would be willing to simply do something to care for one of these precious treasures, I think we would be amazed by just how much we could change the world.” – Steven Curtis Chapman
It's never easy on the children. Is it? Perfection is not really a standard. Is it? There is so much to be worked out, Between the fears, the tears, and the doubts.
It's too bad about the power of animosity. It's a terrible cancer that destroys a family. It seems even with an approaching Thanksgiving, That there's not enough appreciation for forgiving.
There are a lot of one-too-many wrongs done. The good Lord knows it's hard to be a daughter or a son. It feels near impossible to know if you've made the measure. But if you could only look in a father's heart to his treasure.
You would feel until you knew of his love. But earthly love never measures up to the love from above. It doesn't matter how much a father might pray. There is no escaping the failures of yesterday.
I sit with tears in my eyes as I write this page. Nothing will ever do away with omissions or moments of rage. If only I could undo the things said or that I have done. I pray this earnestly to the Father and the Son.
Holding on to the anger does no one any good. Maybe that's the one thing in life to be understood. Only love, real love, can make the difference. I say this with the sincerest reverence.
You can never run away from yesterday. It follows your tomorrow, whatever you might say. In this pain, you eventually feel the reflection. All the needed thoughts to finally make the connection.
Letting go of grief and anger at life's giving You less than wanted as you approach Thanksgiving, Maybe this is the hard of doing that brings appreciation. All the moments together feel as if leading to dedication.
There's a realization that God puts us where we belong, Like notes in the pocket of some forgotten song. We are exactly where we are meant to be For the knock on the door of opportunity.
It's in the lessons we think and feel When we talk of hurt feelings made real. It's hard to remember all the things we might contend That has made us turn to see Jesus as our truest friend.
(c) November 20, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.” – William Penn
“If you make it a habit not to blame others, you will feel the growth of the ability to love in your soul, and you will see the growth of goodness in your life.” – Leo Tolstoy
Anger and other toxic emotions Can linger with all their commotion. All of these feelings are indwelling, And are in our control. God willing.
We grow up as boys in the hood, But the hope is that we grow to be understood. Each of us finds our own meaning, Appreciated as we are, simply human beings.
Child or parent, we have opportunities to grow. It all depends on the depth from which we know Every step that we have ever walked, And keep this in mind with the words we've talked.
A snapshot taken tells us where we've been, In all of our goodness and every sin. These elements compose the essence of our song, Taken in harmony, we are where we belong.
Here in the living of tales yet untold, One dream at a time, life unfolds. If we only just learn to live out each day, Our happiness will find its own way.
Even Mr. Rogers wasn't quite a saint, But a grounding in the Bible removed the taint Of all the little troubles that come for all. It's the love of God each of us must recall.
As neighbors, we decide our neighborhood, Less by design, but in being understood. It's the lonely feeling that we share. It brings us joy far beyond what we compare.
The normality of life comes with its feelings, So many of which could send us spiraling and reeling. It is these emotions that we learn to transcend, And we share this in the comfort of our friends.
It's an amazing world filled with many asks. We go about our tasks wearing many masks. The masks required to face the challenges unfurled There is safety in the complexity of the world.
(c) November 19, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The belief in a God All Powerful wise and good, is so essential to the moral order of the world and to the happiness of man, that arguments which enforce it cannot be drawn from too many sources nor adapted with too much solicitude to the different characters and capacities impressed with it.” – James Madison (1825)
Look At What the Shrewd Have Done by Michael Doyle
Oh, look with sadness on what the shrewd have done. Didn't Jesus warn all to never hurt even a single one? Say the words of innocence that we've come to despise. Those on Epstein's Island will suffer from their lies.
Children come into this world loved as precious gifts. This is true no matter how the world drifts or shifts. Whoever hurts a child by sin would be better sunk by stone Heavenly rumors have it that there is little way to atone.
Triggered memories bring those damaged to suicide. What's the fit punishment? Let the courts decide. Even if the evil doers escape the wrath of justice done, God knows the names of all who have hurt the little ones.
There is no one untouchable for this kind of wrong. The wrath of God will condemn them to where they belong. Some may have come willingly to become part of the elite. But like the worst of plans, this evil was born of deceit.
But now the victims have the power and the light To use their voices screaming into the dark of night. We together will change the structure of evil's power. Today, solidarity will forge to win victory's hour.
Pushing back the house of destructive lies, We stand together, giving voice to the victim's cries. What kind of monsters, if any, offer any defense For the cowards who hurt the children for sexual preference?
Rape and molestation must be held gravely accountable. In no way is any part of Epstein's Island defensible. I think of the harm done even to my sister, and how she was hurt And know that we must always be vigilant and keep alert.
To all the wrongs that we have seen transpire, Light to darkness, we'll set this world on fire. To stand up for those who cannot - There is a lasting effect that we choose to never forget.
My tears meet my anger at the exploitation. How can this abuse have any rational explanation? Children should not be hurt just because they are weak. Those of us with able voices must stand up and speak.
Dark, shadowy secrets hid on the elite's island. The truth to be told will be set right as we demand. No one is above the law, and no one can hurt the young. I'd be okay if they all end up unceremoniously hung.
(c) November 18, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 